Chapter 59 Zhu Yan's Dharma Image

At this moment, an old man appeared out of nowhere: "What an arrogant boy, today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the Ghost Hand Pill King.

The old man was wearing a white Taoist robe and a lotus crown on his head, looking like an immortal.

Zhao Hong's expression did not change, and he pointed the red long stick in his hand directly at the old man: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Master Wu of Feixian Sect.

What, you Feixian Sect are also going to bully the weak?"

The old man's expression did not change: "Don't you Bahuang Pavilion often say that you are one family with Feixian Sect? Since you call me Master, I will naturally discipline you well. "

After that, thousands of silver lights and shadows flew out of his body and turned into long swords.

The long swords gathered together and turned into a silver dragon over a hundred feet long.

The silver dragon has not yet made any move, but the pressing murderous intent has made Liu Yuanchen unable to bear it.

Zhao Hong's face was slightly gloomy: "Yuanchen, Tieshan, the two of you hide in the temple. "

Hearing this, Liu Yuanchen and Meng Tieshan flew back to the temple.

At this time, Liu Yuanchen discovered that Cheng Jiao, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, did not become a walking corpse as the legendary soul left the body.

Sweat kept dripping from his face, and at the same time, countless magic powers kept pouring into the ground.

The golden figure on the side was also constantly pouring golden energy into the ground.

Liu Yuanchen naturally did not dare to disturb him, but just hid on the side of the hall and observed the scene outside through the window.

The silver dragon was suspended in the air, ready to pounce.

Zhao Hong's whole body was surrounded by fire, and countless fiery red energy poured out of his body, slowly condensing into a monkey phantom five or six feet high.

The monkey phantom had white hair all over its head and red on its body.

Especially on a pair of feet, the fiery red energy was extremely thick, like flames.

The long stick in his hand pointed at the silver dragon, his face full of disdain.

In mid-air, the old man was full of surprise: "Zhu Yan? No wonder you are so powerful and have few rivals among your peers.

Moreover, you, Zhu Yan, have already formed the rudiments of a Dharma image. You are truly a natural genius.

However, you are still far from defeating me. "

Before he finished speaking, the silver dragon transformed by thousands of long swords pounced on him.

Zhao Hong smiled and swept out with his long stick.

Wherever the long stick went, it turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The silver dragon was surrounded by the sea of ​​fire and kept screaming.

Zhao Hong jumped up and rushed straight into the mouth of the silver dragon.

After a fight, the silver dragon, which was more than a hundred feet long, turned into a silver stream of light all over the sky.

Zhao Hong held the stick in one hand and pointed directly at the old man surnamed Wu: "Uncle Wu, if you don't use your real skills, I'm afraid you can't take me down. "

At this moment, a dark cloud floated out of the black fog.

The black fog changed and turned into a monk wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat.

He made an old and hoarse voice: "Old Wu, you really miss the old times.

A little kid can stop you?"

Zhao Hong sneered: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be a lackey of the demon clan.

Hearing this, the old man in black was furious.

A white bone banner appeared out of thin air. On the black banner, streams of black air swam around, and the sound of ghosts crying was endless.

This magic weapon should be called the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, which was made by refining tens of thousands of resentful souls.

Each resentful soul requires dozens or even hundreds of human lives to be sacrificed.

This Ten Thousand Souls Banner should have been successfully sacrificed, and there are hundreds of thousands or even millions of human lives in it.

For such a villain, it is too light to be cut into pieces.

At this time, Zhao Hong's face was also full of anger: "What a good dog of the demon clan, helping the master to kill his own clan."

After saying that, Zhu Yan's shadow grew larger again.

Flames actually ignited under his feet, and even the rocks were burned into lava wherever his feet stepped.

The old man in black opened his eyes wide, and quickly retreated dozens of feet, and put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The old man surnamed Wu sneered: "Old Monster Qi, you have an irreconcilable feud with the Eight Desolate Pavilion, so you should teach this young man a lesson."

"What are you kidding? I spent more than three thousand years to refine this Ten Thousand Souls Banner. I dare not mess around.

Old Monster Wu, you are a top sword cultivator in the world, why don't you show your life magic weapon?"

The old man surnamed Wu chuckled: "If I can beat him, it's bullying. The Ghost Hand Pill King will come to trouble me.

If I can't beat him, I will lose face.

You, the Demon God Sect, are jumping up and down, and you want to kill Cheng Jiao and Zhao Hong.

Since you are here, you can't go back empty-handed."

Old Monster Qi snorted coldly and sacrificed a big bell.

The bell is more than ten feet high, golden in color, and carved with various mythical beasts.

The old man surnamed Wu looked serious: "Old Monster Qi, I really underestimated you.

Your Demon God Cult has always been a loyal dog of the demon clan. I didn't expect you to dare to refine a magic weapon to control beasts."

Old Ghost Qi sighed: "We, the forces without ancient inheritance, have a hard life!"

After saying that, he waved his robe sleeves lightly, and a black gas surged out and hit the bell.

Ding~~

A dull bell sounded.

This bell sound seemed to contain some kind of magic power. Liu Yuanchen felt that his blood was surging all over his body.

A wave of anger rose from his heart and rushed straight to his forehead.

Liu Yuanchen used his skills and his anger was quickly suppressed.

Meng Tieshan, who was standing aside, seemed to be completely unaffected.

The bell sounded continuously, and soon, the entire Crouching Tiger Mountain was shaking slightly.

The vibration came from the east. Looking from a distance on Crouching Tiger Mountain, the black fog was surging in the distance, as if something was stirring up the wind and rain.

Not long after, a black panther rushed out of the black fog.

Behind it, there are many other monsters, ranging from mountain cats and weasels to elephants and giant bears, a total of dozens.

Each monster is completely black, with a crazy and bloodthirsty look in its eyes.

Obviously, these monsters are all strange monsters from Wuyun Ridge.

Liu Yuanchen was also terrified when he saw them from afar.

In front of the mountain temple, Zhao Hong sneered: "Those strange monsters are indeed strong. If it were at night, any ten of them would be able to take my life.

But now is three quarters after noon, when the black fog is the weakest.

If those strange monsters want to run to my side, they must first cross this 20-mile natural chasm without the black fog.

Under the scorching sun, when they run to me, how much power will they have left?"

Qi Laoguai was unmoved and offered a small gray flag in his hand.

"Although the earth immortals are powerful, their fighting methods are too simple.

Although the sun is shining, it is inevitable that there will be dark clouds covering the sky."

After saying this, he waved the gray flag in his hand.

Suddenly, dark clouds appeared in the clear sky, and the dark clouds swelled in the wind. In just a few breaths, they covered the entire sky.

Without the sunshine, the strange monsters suddenly became full of energy and rushed towards Crouching Tiger Mountain.

At the same time, the black fog in the east quickly spread to Crouching Tiger Mountain.

Old Monster Qi sneered: "Zhao Hong, you are still too young.

Go back to the Ghost Hand Poison King to learn for a few hundred years, and then it will not be too late to come out of the mountain."

Zhao Hong still had a confident smile on his face, as if he didn't take the strange monsters seriously at all.

"My Eight Desolate Pavilion is indeed not good at this method of making clouds and rain, but you are playing this trick in front of the monks of the Divine Court, isn't it a show of skill in front of an expert?"

After saying this, a gray palm leaf fan appeared out of thin air.

He held a palm leaf fan and fanned it a few times, and a strong wind blew through the forest.

The dark clouds in the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the dazzling sunlight shone on the earth again.

Under the strong wind, even the black fog surging between the mountains in the east was constantly retreating.

After getting away from the black fog, the strange monsters dared not move forward.

No matter how Qi Laoguai knocked on the bell, many strange monsters did not move forward but retreated.

"Hahaha..." Zhao Hong laughed up to the sky: "The minions of the Demon God Cult are just like this. You have cultivated for more than 5,000 years, and you have cultivated them to a dog."

Qi Laoguai's face turned green and red, his hands clenched into fists, and the veins on his forehead jumped. He wanted to jump down and fight Zhao Hong for 300 rounds.

But when he saw the blazing fire under Zhao Hong's feet, his anger dissipated instantly.

Looking at the old man surnamed Wu on the side: "Old ghost Wu, this guy is so arrogant, he doesn't take my Wanshen Sect seriously, you don't have any expression?"

The old man surnamed Wu looked indifferent: "What does this have to do with me? My Feixian Sect is just to make a living. What does Zhao Hong's disregard for Wanshen Sect have to do with me?

He directly scolded you, can you still swallow your anger?"

Old Monster Qi said angrily: "Since Zhao Hong came out of the mountain, he has been fighting with the demons on the front line.

Tens of thousands of demons and half-demons died in his hands.

I didn't know why he was so crazy before, but now I know that he wants to practice Zhuyan Dharma.

Zhuyan is a symbol of war disaster. As long as it appears, there will be war.

The two balls of fire under his feet must be the fire of war.

Even the ghost king in the Wanhun Banner is no different from an ant in front of the fire of war."

Although he didn't say it clearly, he was obviously afraid of Zhao Hong.

The old man surnamed Wu was unmoved: "What does your nonsense have to do with me? How can I not know the sword, weapon, and fire?

My Feixian Sect is not familiar with your Yaoshen Sect, so don't talk to me about these useless things."

Old Qi persuaded again: "Brother Wu, you and I know what the consequences will be if Cheng Jiao, the young man, is allowed to gain a foothold here.

If he cannot be stopped, the strange creatures will not dare to approach Wohu Mountain in the future, let alone bypass Wohu Mountain to threaten Jin'ao Lake."

"Without the threat of strange creatures, the Demon Cloud Sect has no chance of conquering Jin'ao Lake.

At that time, we either give up the Red Wasteland and watch the God Court occupy this place.

Or we have to send a large number of masters to fight the God Court head-on here."

Hearing this, the old man surnamed Wu's face changed slightly.

Obviously, neither of the two situations is what he wants to see.

Seeing that he was a little shaken, Qi Laoguai continued to persuade him: "You just need to suppress Zhao Hong, I will go and kill Cheng Jiao.

Whether it is Zhao Hong or his two disciples, I will never hurt them.

As long as you help me this time, no matter success or failure, I will help you sneak into the Bone Dragon Pond to get the treasure."

Hearing this, the old man surnamed Wu's eyes shone brightly: "In this case, I will trust you this time."

After that, he sacrificed a silver long sword.

This long sword is ordinary, without the slightest gorgeous decoration.

However, as soon as the long sword came out, the strong wind stopped instantly.

The strange monster that was originally retreating slowly was even more scared.

Zhao Hong's face was as gloomy as water, and his hands tightly grasped the long stick in his hands. The red flames under his feet continued to spread to the giant ape phantom.

Not long after, the entire giant ape phantom was wrapped in flames.

The old man surnamed Wu held the sword in both hands and slowly chopped down to where Zhao Hong was.

Crack~~

A sound of glass breaking was heard, and the dazzling sunlight disappeared in an instant, leaving darkness between heaven and earth.

Only the silver light on the long sword and the red flames on Zhao Hong's body remained.

Zhao Hong stomped on the ground fiercely, and the rocky ground under his feet shattered with a sound, and a large spider-web-like crack appeared.

Then, he jumped up high, waved the long stick in his hand, and faced the silver sword.

Dang~~

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and the red fire light and silver sword light intertwined, turning into a tornado, entangled in the dark space.

In the dark space, a black shadow quietly sneaked into the mountain temple.

Suddenly, Cheng Jiao's voice sounded: "Senior Qi, you and my master are of the same generation.

It's really disgraceful to use sneak attacks to deal with a junior like me. "

"Jie Jie Jie..." Old Ghost Qi let out a strange laugh, "Young man, you dare to speak rudely when you are about to die."

At this time, Liu Yuanchen had already taken out the Bahuang Pavilion Disciple Token, ready to use the spells in it at any time.

Old Monster Qi glanced at him: "Little guy, for the sake of your ancestor, I won't touch you.

But if you take the initiative to cause trouble for me, don't blame me for being ruthless. "

Just by being glanced at, Liu Yuanchen felt that the blood and mana in his body were almost stagnant.

The whole person was out of breath, as if he was going to die at any moment.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the immortal seed transformed into the image of a ginseng fruit tree.

The green light flowed all over the body, and the feeling of dying disappeared instantly.

Old Monster Qi just looked at him doubtfully and made no other move.

Suddenly, a purple light illuminated the dark space.

This purple light was emitted from a token on Cheng Jiao's waist, and the purple light gradually converged into a human shape.

This man is wearing a gold embroidered python robe and a seven-pointed crown.

"Old Monster Qi, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you want to deal with my disciples?"

Old Monster Qi was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear, and his pupils also dilated sharply.

Ah~~

With a scream, Old Monster Qi flew out upside down.

Before he landed, his entire body turned into a ball of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The figure emits a dazzling purple-gold light, and the dark space instantly melts, leaving the world clear and clear.

The figure in the python robe snorted coldly: "Brother Wu, are you leaving by yourself, or should I send you away?"

Before he finished speaking, a black crack appeared in the sky ahead.

A ray of silver light got rid of the entanglement of the crimson flames and transformed into the appearance of the old man named Wu again.

At this time, his Taoist robe was burnt black, his beard was burnt bald, the lotus crown was broken, and half of his hair was burned off.

"I can just leave by myself, so I won't bother my brother to see me off."

After that, the black crack disappeared.

The purple figure chuckled: "The Feixian Sect really understands the way of space, but it's a pity that it is not used by our divine court."

The purple figure turned into purple light again and penetrated into the token at Cheng Jiao's waist.

At this moment, Crouching Tiger Mountain shook violently.

The entire grass and trees on Crouching Tiger Mountain bow their heads in the direction of the mountain temple.

The golden figure that emerged from Cheng Jiao's body has been holding the jade book and absorbing the golden light in it.

At this time, the jade book completely disappeared.

The golden figure turned into a golden light and poured into the statue in the main hall of the mountain temple.

At the same time, the red cloth covering the statue disappeared without a trace.

Under the red cloth, there is an image wearing a red brocade robe and a black Haechi crown.

However, this statue does not have an iron mask on its face. It looks quite handsome, and it looks like a young man in his twenties.

Cheng Jiao stood up, wiped the sweat from his face, and said with a smile, "It's finally done."

He bowed his hands to Zhao Hong and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhao, for protecting the law."